" Horace’s eyes get wide, and he glances between me and the house. “Every time I think I got a grip on this crazy shit going on in your head, I realize I don’t know the half of it, do I?”

My eyes tracing the red trim of the house, I shake my head. “Not even close. "

― Erica Cameron , Sing Sweet Nightingale (The Dream War Saga, #1)